A budda, blastic
Blacklisted. twisted of faith
My vocal's fatal
As naughty v block concotions
Rock youe cradel
I thought I wait 'til The timeing was right
To inginte
Cause people like me
we only come out at night
I rock the main line
And party with fine b*****s
Which is a dirty job
But somebody's got to do it

So, who the crew with?
More has than vivid
Lyrics explicit
So f**k the crities
We leave them hanging
like INXS.

[CHORUS]

Toxic threasholds of
Colomibian gold
You can't roll how we roll
We possess you soul
And push the panic

Is it godly or satanic?
Toxic or organic?
Manic minds refind or frantic
Just the way we planned it

See. we be stomping around The planet
And we stand alone
We inflitrate your chromosomes
No clone
Our DNA has got a strain
Of it's own And it's Toxic